Jacob Grey - The White Widow’s Revenge

Please, don’t be locked.

With his breath tearing through him, he slammed into the bar and the door swung open into the cold night air.

Come! his mind screamed.

And he felt his crows flock towards him as he ran. Moments later, they lifted him off the ground, filling the night with their raucous cries.

Despite the lateness of the hour, there were lights on in the Strickham house as Caw touched down on the lawn.

I’ll say it again , said Glum. I don’t know what you’re hoping to achieve.

Caw ignored him. He’d seen what keeping secrets from his friends did. This time he was going to be open from the start. The hard part would be getting Mrs Strickham to care. She didn’t know Selina like Caw did. To some of their allies, Selina would always be nothing more than the fly-talker’s daughter – the enemy of peaceful ferals. But if the Mother of Flies was back then everyone needed to know.

Caw was about to knock on the door when he heard hushed, angry voices.

“… in the middle of the night, with no explanation,” said Mr Strickham. “Not even a phone call to let me know.”

“Time ran away, Don,” replied Lydia’s mother. “I thought we’d discussed this before. You know I have to be on call.”

“We’re supposed to be in this together!”

Caw drew back – he shouldn’t be listening to this. He sat down on the step.

As the crows settled next to him, Caw began to worry about what had happened at the hospital. What if they had CCTV? He’d be caught on camera, his picture shared with the police …

“You going to sit out there all night?”

Caw looked up and saw Lydia’s pale freckled face framed with long red hair, leaning out of her bedroom window.

Caw smiled. It was a relief to see her looking so normal after all the weirdness.

“Can I come up?” he said.

“Use the drainpipe,” she replied.

Caw shimmied up the metal drainpipe until he was level with Lydia’s windowsill. She moved aside so he could climb into her room, and the crows hopped in afterwards.

“How did you know I was here?” he said, dusting off his knees.

“I was awake,” said Lydia, glancing down at the carpet.

Caw immediately guessed what had been keeping her from sleep. Her parents’ voices were indistinct through the floor, but they were obviously still arguing. Now Caw looked closer, he saw Lydia’s eyes were red-rimmed, like she’d been crying.

“It’s like this most nights,” she said, slumping on to her bed. “They’re both stressed out all the time. Dad’s trying to track down the prisoners with the police, and Mum is always having secret meetings. He won’t let her foxes come into the garden any more – says it freaks him out. Dad says he can protect the family without them.”

She paused, and Caw saw her face was beginning to screw up.

Maybe you should give her a hug , said Screech.

I don’t think that’s necessary , muttered Glum.

“I just want them to stop,” said Lydia. “Sometimes I wish we could go back to before Dad and I knew anything about it. They say it’s better with the truth out in the open, but I’m not so sure …”

She had been speaking into her lap, in a rush, but now she looked up at Caw. He hesitated, and she turned away, wringing her hands.

Caw? said Shimmer. She’s upset. Comfort her.

Caw shuffled forwards. He began to reach out, but Lydia suddenly stood up, putting on a brighter expression. “Anyway, what’s going on with you?”

Caw dropped his hands awkwardly. “Er … quite a lot, actually.”

“I’ve been watching TV,” said Lydia. “The news is full of stuff about the crimewave. They’re even saying it’s the start of a new Dark Summer. I’m guessing the escaped bison downtown belonged to a feral?”

“Yes,” said Caw. “I was there.”

Lydia’s eyes widened. “No way!”

“But that’s not all,” said Caw. “Lydia, I think the Mother of Flies is up to something.”

Any trace of excitement drained from Lydia’s face. “She can’t be. We stopped her.”

Caw shook his head. “I thought so too, but I’ve just been to the hospital. Selina has been kidnapped.”

Lydia gasped as Caw explained about the broken window and the flies. “Who else could carry her out of the window from four storeys up?” he said.

Lydia went wordlessly to her wardrobe, and began tugging on jeans over her pyjamas.

“Where are you going?” Caw asked.

“ We are going to find out what’s going on,” said Lydia. She tied back her hair then pulled on a baseball cap.

“We are?” said Caw.

His friend started lacing up her trainers. “There’s one way to find out if the Mother of Flies has regained her powers,” said Lydia. “We visit her.”

Caw shook his head. “We can’t – she’s locked in Blackstone Loony Bin.”

“Er, it’s called a psychiatric hospital ,” said Lydia.

“Sorry,” said Caw, blushing. “That’s what Crumb called it.”

“If she’s still there, I think we’ll find out what she’s capable of pretty quickly,” said Lydia.

Caw felt anxiety squeezing his heart. It had taken more than he knew he had to defeat the Mother of Flies the last time. And even then, the battle could easily have gone the other way. If she was back to her full power …

Lydia pulled on a jacket.

“I don’t think your parents are going to like this plan,” said Caw.

“Those two …” Lydia pointed to the floor, “probably won’t even notice I’m gone.”

Angry muffled voices filtered up through the carpet.

“We should at least tell Crumb,” said Caw. “And there’s a new guy – a coyote feral …”

Lydia nodded at her alarm clock – it was just after midnight. “You’re going to wake them up? We can hardly go into the asylum with an army,” she said. “Look, Caw – you only need me.”

She spoke firmly, but Caw could hear the faintest hint of a plea in her words. She needs to get away from here, he realised.

“You’re right,” he said.

“Great!” said Lydia breezily. A smile lit up her freckled face. “Let’s go catch some flies!”

s Caw and Lydia climbeddown the drainpipe, Caw caught a glimpse through the living-room window of Mr Strickham slumped on the sofa, staring vacantly ahead.

“Maybe we should talk to your mum?” Caw said as his feet hit the ground, but he already knew what the answer would be.

“Please don’t, Caw. It’ll only set them off again. Besides, this is just a fact-finding mission. It won’t be dangerous.”

Caw instinctively scoured the garden for any foxes, glad not to find any watching them. Maybe Velma Strickham really had banished her foxes from her home. Caw felt a bit guilty about keeping things from her. But he’d done plenty for Mrs Strickham already, letting her invite everyone into his house. She didn’t need to know his every move.

“Let me get us a ride,” said Caw. He looked towards the sky and clenched his fists, ready to call the crows.

“Don’t,” said Lydia, touching his arm. “If there are flies about, they might see us.”

“Then how will we get there?” asked Caw. “The asylum is right on the edge of Blackstone.”

“The number sixty-two bus!” said Lydia. “It might be public but it’s under the radar.”

I’m not travelling on a bus , said Shimmer. It’s undignified.

“You three can meet us there,” said Caw. “Just keep low and out of sight.”

Ooh, a secret mission! said Screech, hopping along the top of the Strickhams’ fence. Exciting!